This is a song about "Cold stacks"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Cash stacks, yep that's what i'm all about

Work the asses off and the owners the one with money stacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Yea got big stacks get me a car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

What them tippers don't see

I'm cold on the cold turkey